Stiles could feel Lydia staring at him but he avoided looking back at her. He briefly listened to the rest of Scott's explanation but he couldn't focus; what if one of these things had gotten to him? All of the details fit perfectly.

"Stiles, what's wrong?" Scott asked, snapping him out of his mind and back into reality. He noticed Lydia's concerned look but he ignored it.

"Yeah, dude I'm just thinking about it", he lied, hoping that Scott wasn't listening to his heart rate (which was probably sky rocketing right now).

Scott seemed to believe him and went back to the discussion. Stiles slipped out of the room unnoticed and leant against the wall in the hallway, breathing heavily. He could feel his stress levels rising, which was bad for a werewolf, and he tried to pull it back.

"Stiles", Lydia touched his shoulder, making him jump. He looked at her face and he immediately felt calm again – she really was his anchor.

"Yeah?" he replied breathlessly, trying to seem calm.

"You really did think you called me, didn't you?" she questioned, staring into his eyes. He nodded and looked down to the floor. "And going out with Scott? That seemed real too?"

Stiles nodded quickly and shuffled his feet along the floor, knowing exactly what Lydia was thinking. She leant against the wall and he noticed her glancing into the room where the others were still discussing.

"We have to tell them", she finally spoke. Stiles closed his eyes and leant back against the wall, groaning.

"Please don't. Lydia, Scott already worries about me too much", he pleaded. She pulled an exasperated expression.

"There's reason to be worried!" she whispered harshly – she was arguing with him but still complying, trying not to let the others hear her.

"We don't know that for sure", he tried to convince her. She rolled her eyes at him and started to walk back into the room. Stiles grabbed her wrist and pulled her to face him again, "Lydia, please don't"

She sighed and gave him a worried look. She thought for a moment before coming out with a condition, "Only if you tell Scott. You don't have to tell the others but tell him!"

Stiles agreed even though telling Scott was the thing he wanted to avoid the most but she was right, he should know that his best friend could dying. They both walked back into the room and Stiles noticed that Kira, Malia and Allison were all gone. Scott was sat on the table but he stood up when he saw them both coming into the room. Deaton was also gone.

"There you guys are! I told the others to leave but I wanted to make sure you two were both okay", he lingered his eyes on Stiles for a few seconds; he was obviously worried about him, "Where did you go?"

"I need to tell you something", Stiles muttered. Lydia intertwined her fingers with his, trying to encourage him but she was just making it worse – now he had the girl he is in love with holding his hand while he tried to tell Scott he could be slowly getting killed…

"What is it?" Scott stared at him, his face overcome with concern.

"I think… I…" he tried to make the words come out but he couldn't focus on anything but Lydia's hand around his. She immediately let go as if sensing the feeling but she stayed standing close to him.

"Stiles, what happened?" Scott pushed and Stiles felt bad for leaving his friend hanging like that, he hated it when Scott did that to him.

"Stiles thinks he might be experiencing the esprit", Lydia explained to Scott who furrowed his eyebrows, taking in the piece of information. Stiles shot Lydia a thankful glance; now he wouldn't have to find the words to tell Scott himself.

"Stiles... why, what happened, are you sure?" Scott rambled, breathing in and out heavily as he panicked.

"Yeah, I think it must have been happening these last few weeks", Stiles cleared his throat as he tried to remain strong. The truth was he was anything but strong right now.

"The weeks you didn't come out of your house?" Scott asked, worry pouring out of his words and expressions.

"I thought I did. I thought I came out with you", Stiles told him, wishing that Lydia would hold his hand again; he could really use the comfort at this point.

"He also thought he called me but I didn't get anything", Lydia added. Scott processed everything and eventually nodded slowly: This usually meant that he had formed a plan that he thought would work.

"Lydia, take Stiles home and stay with him until I call you. I'm going to get Allison and then go back to Deaton, maybe we can find something in the Beastiary that will help. I'll run so that my car is here for you to use", Scott was already rushing out of the door as she spoke. Lydia nodded at him and then Scott was gone.

"Do you want me to take you to your house or is mine okay?" Lydia queried as she grabbed Scott's keys off the table.

"Uh, wherevers easier I guess", he replied, "My Dad's not home", he added and then immediately regretted it; now it sounded like he was trying something with her. "That's not what I meant", he quickly tried to explain.

"I know Stiles", she smiled softly at him, "Let's go to yours then"

She stepped towards the door and Stiles tried to follow. A sudden tired feeling rushed across him and his legs gave out, causing him to fall to the ground. He quickly realized that Lydia had done the same thing but she quickly stood up again and rushed over to him.

"Are you okay?" she pulled him onto his feet again and wrapped his arm over her shoulder.

"I don't know what happened, my legs just gave out", he informed her. He tried to regain balance but his legs were weak and he couldn't walk on his own.

"Yeah I got the same feeling", she responded as she took his weight and started to help him towards the door.

Stiles knew she was thinking the same thing as him but she wasn't going to say anything so he didn't mention it – this was most likely her banshee powers kicking in… she was having a premonition.